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The Formula

I like cool beats but cool beats don’t like me,
raise your hand if you know what I mean.
My shower head could tell you I most definitely can’t sing
but don't arrest me- reckless jamming is my thing.

I like calories but calories don’t like me,
raise your glass if you know what I mean.
I eat chocolate ice cream because it tastes so good
but my thighs wouldn’t stand the test of Hollywood.

We’re all in this universe so let’s all get along.
Where is the harmony if this is a song?
The music of life keeps playing, it’s swirling around,
if we follow the tune then we’ll find common ground.

I like chalk but chalk doesn’t like me,
raise your hand if you know what I mean.
Every time a masterpiece is finally complete
the rain laughs and steals it from underneath my feet.

I like popsicles but popsicles don’t like me,
remember your childhood if you know what I mean.
It looks so delicious but to your 4-year-old dismay,
it melts to the sidewalk for the ants to slurp away.

We’re all in this universe so let’s all get along,
Where is the harmony if this is a song?
When too things collide can’t they exist in amity?
If heaven and hell share this universe- so can we.

I like stargazing but stargazing doesn't like me,
point to the sky if you know what I mean.
I live in the glowing city so blinding and far from home,
haven't wished in months and I'm starting to feel alone.

I love you but you surely don’t love me,
raise your hand if you’re sick of what I try to be.
Millions of butterflies infest my heart and soul
but your rejection eats them like an infinite black hole.

I’m trying to make a point, does it make any sense?
This place we live in is not a matter of chance.
No relationship is perfect but change is a gift of grace,
let’s find the formula for a hand in hand human race.



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